Garnering Assets

[Ali Hadrix]

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Ali Hadrix looked out at the mass of homes and platforms built into the trunks of the humongous wroshyr trees that grew along the banks of the water. The breeze was light and cool, and the sun shone brightly in the sky, cutting around the thick, billowing white clouds but not through them. Ali stood on the balcony of the home she was renting for the week, her arms crossed and resting against the wood-worked railing that protected her against a hundred-meter drop to the sands below. The wroshyr tree her home was built on curved sharply East from the banks upon which it grew, the trunk reaching out across the beach below and over the water before turning upward once again. It was a beautiful planet, one Ali had only ever visited once before, and even then for a rather short time. But now she had an entire week to enjoy herself before returning to Hapes to continue her work there and hopefully to see Têhra again.
Têhra...the young woman was fresh in Ali's mind, a tortured bastard of a Hapan prince who'd made the mistake of running off to see the Galaxy. His daughter suffered for his audacity, a punishment undeserving of a woman so beautiful and kind.
Ali shook the girl from her thoughts for the time being; as much as she wanted to see the woman, touch her, and hear her voice, Têhra was far away on another world and Ali had work to do. Sighing, Alena pushed herself away from the railing and went inside to collect her things. She fastened her hip-holster around her waist and thigh, then secured the Verpine shatterpistol on one side and the DL-44 blaster pistol on the other. She wore a black blouse, buttoned most of the way up, but no bra, Kashyyyk was too hot near the equator for that nonsense. She wore blue jeans as bottoms and black heels to match the top. Her hair was loose, slightly curled at the ends and resting over her shoulders. Ali grabbed a small hand bag in which to carry her datapad, credits, lipstick and other things, then locked the house and made for a lift.
Her task was to cull intelligence assets on Kashyyyk. For that she had two options: Criminal or Government. The two served as the sides of a credchit that was the foundation of all intelligence work. Assets could either be official or not, legal or not. Illegal-unofficial sources provided the most intelligence, whereas official-illegal provided the best information. Needless to say, official-legal sources didn't provide a karking thing.
Ali checked her datatablet while walking across the woodplanked road to the lift, then took the long ride down to the lower levels of the wroshyr tree. She was angling for another section of the city, a set of trees across the water on a large island. There the local bazaar took place, and Ali hoped to find what she was looking for wandering around.

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The Conflagration came to rest upon one of the great wooden landing pads just south of the massive Wroshyr trees. Its six ion engines coughed as their power supply was severed. The stealth plating of the Espada class ship - of which there were only a few dozen or so still flying - synchronized to that of the landing pad. The vessel was clocked in on the dock manager's chart, of course, but anyone looking on would see nothing but open space. It kept thieves away.

The aft gangplank hissed open as the durasteel stretched. The soft whir of hydraulics running smoothly set Sylvanan at ease as he stepped purposefully down upon the platform. He was clad in his usual garments, a climate controlled suit that allowed him to survive outside of his scrubbed chambers, and a leather coat that fell down to his ankles. A blue plasteel chestplate could be seen bulging just out of the coat, and two small slabs of thin durasteel lined his arms. It was not enough to hamper the Arkanian, but it would provide some protection in a fire fight. Not enough to stop anything of military grade.

He slapped the DC-17 attached to his thigh to make sure nothing would come loose. With a satisfied click of the teeth, Sylvanan closed the stealth ship, paid the dock manager his sixty credits, and took off on a leisurely walk toward the bazaar.

Even before the battle of Kashyyyk, a conflict that he had a personal hand in causing, the Arkanian frequented the Wookie homeworld. Now, with the abundance of military hardware and a the distinct suspicion of force users, Kashyyyk was an shopping mall for a man of his occupation.

He blinked twice, and the images on his HUD shifted to his inbox.

The rebels moved --- J.

The message was blatant in aggressive bold text on the center of the screen. Sylvanan bit back a curse, and picked up his pace toward the bazaar. The window of opportunity had just closed by a margin far too large for the Arkanian to be comfortable with. The rebel cells within the One Sith holdings were effective for one's own means when motivated. The loss of those cells would cause issues...

"Gibs. Transfer forty thousand credits from the Crynic account to my person." He asked gently of the Crynic CO AI. The response came in an almost immediate transfer of currency to his personal account.

Sylvanan breathed a heavy sigh, and continued on toward the bazaar.



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Ali found herself wandering nonchalantly for the better part of the afternoon. She stopped here and there for a drink, looked over the variety of wares being hocked and sold that came from all over the Galaxy. Kashyyyk had a larger trade scene than she'd realised, despite the recent past of Sith activity. A planet too full of life, I suppose. Ali mused thoughtfully as she looked over a shaak-hide purse that was far overpriced. She smiled at the vendor apologetically and moved on, weaving her way through the pockets of individuals all clumped together here and there.
Ali sat down at her third bar, upon a wooden stool near the center that gave her a decent view of the main avenue. Hundreds of people covered the wooden-planked streets of the island city, all on their own business, Ali on hers. My first order of business should be meeting with local criminals, Ali thought, though she didn't happen to see much of that sort of person about. On the contrary, Ali felt as if she were vacationing, which admittedly was half the point of her trip to Kashyyyk. How do you build relationships on a world from scratch? Ali asked herself, thinking back to her years as a mercenary. You do business with them, of course. Ali remembered pleasantly. "Would you like a drink?" The bartender, a Human, asked. Ali held up her hand and shook her head, sliding gently down from her stool. "No thank you. I'm off to buy a starship." Ali smiled at the man, who looked at her puzzled, and walked away.